What with the way y'all been beating on me, I'm picking up a vibe like my steez is simply to hood, my swag too mean; perhaps this world is not ready to be haunted by a true player's player. Or perhaps I brought this upon myself by playing too many dozens with y'all, or going insane with torment and attacking y'all in a graveyard with the ghostly pimp-hand. Either way, I'm beaten and I'ma split.